Remember When

On Monday, the President and First Lady will send out the Secret Service to round up children in Virginia and Maryland, give them a colored basket and a free pass to wallow in the grass on the South Lawn of America’s back yard for the 133rd annual White House Easter Egg Roll.
Given the political correctness of the times, I’m kinda surprised they haven’t changed the name to the “Spring Spheres Rotation.”

You know, I gotta hand it to my neighbors who participate in our local crime watch programs.
They don’t expect medals or fame. They enjoy the self-satisfaction of looking out for their neighbors and reducing crime.
There was a time I was a dedicated crime watcher, or a least, tried to be.
World War II had been going on almost a year. All of us were tryin’ to do our part, which meant rationing was an everyday thing.

Bless Pete, these super stores sure are something.They have stuff scattered all over the place. From cabbages to carpet tacks with aspirin thrown in for good measure, they have it.
To be truthful, these “supercenters” try to fool us. They will move merchandise around so we have to walk every aisle to find the headache remedies.
Other times, they just flat forget to restock our favorites. Here’s the issue as I see it; not even the folks who work in ’em can tell you where the soy sauce is stocked.

Uncle Harry had bouts with recurring asthma and found some relief on the Atlantic shores, namely Myrtle Beach. That meant lots of those vacations were unplanned and came at various times throughout the year.

At the Grand Strand, I usually ate my fill of deviled crabs.

Maybe that was a foreshadowing of sorts. As fate has it, I now find myself frequenting the “Blue Crab State” of Maryland.